Disclaimer: I don't own anything about Harry Potter or the nice creations of JK Rowling. If I did they would all be gay….but that's another story. 3

Warnings: This story will eventually contain slash much later but as a general warning there will be some. Although it sounds like it there is no character deaths besides those who are already dead(Sirius, and Dumbledore).

Author's Note: This is just a little side note to let all the readers know how much I appreciate reviews, and also to recognize Krysy Parker who has been my wonderful beta for this fic. I hope everyone enjoys!

If you get there before I do. Don't wait on me.

I'll meet you when my chores are through I don't know how long I'll be here,
But I'm not gonna let you down.

Darling wait and see. And between now and then, 'til I see you again, I'll be loving you.

Love me.

Harry sat staring at the Veil. It had been four long years, to the day, that he had so foolishly gone to save Sirius from Voldemort during his 5th year. Every year, Harry would come and spend time in front of the mysterious Veil. Harry's last two years of Hogwarts had passed by in a blur. Sixth year, he had finally defeated Lord Voldemort in a dramatic showdown on the Hogwarts grounds. After which he had began to withdraw from his friends, keeping to himself and trying to find his purpose. Originally he had wanted to be an Auror, but that job no longer held any appeal to him. Why fight Dark Wizards when he couldn't bring back the people who meant the most to him? It had been during these many ponderings that Harry had come into contact with Draco Malfoy, former arch-nemesis at Hogwarts. At first it wasn't the most pleasant experience for Harry, and although they had both hated each other for so long, they were able to set aside their differences and form a truce. Draco became the one friend that Harry could talk to, and Harry became the friend that Draco could actually trust and talk privately with. Although many believed that they were dating, they became more like brothers than friends.

After Hogwarts, things seemed to pass in a blur. Soon Harry had access to not only Potter fortune but also to the Black family's money. With the help of Draco, and also Lucius, who had been cleared of all charges, thanks to Dumbledore, Harry was able to manage the huge fortunes left in his hands. Although he would never have to work for the rest of his life, and could live comfortably throughout his years, Harry decided to join the Department of Mysteries, working specifically to help decipher the mystery of the Veil that had taken Sirius so quickly. Beautiful to all onlookers yet eerie in all of it's ominous glory, the Veil was one of the greatest mysteries, second only to time travel.

As Harry sat looking at the veil, from his office, day after day he could not help but feel a subtle pull coming off the stone structure. It was almost like a steady thought that never really left his head. One day, as Harry stood in front of the Veil, his feet started moving towards it. He knew that no matter what would happen no one really needed him anymore in this world. Sure Draco would miss him, and maybe even Lucius. Harry knew he would miss the cynicism of the two Malfoys, but the reward would be so much greater. He might get to see Sirius again, and possibly discover the mysteries behind the Veil. He had already set things into motion. If Harry didn't return within five days his last will and testament would be read and his assets liquidated to the recipients. As Harry drifted into the wisps of the Veil he was surprised, he had imagined it would hurt more, perhaps as though drowning. Instead it was an almost peaceful floating feeling that draped his whole body in peace.

The next thing Harry knew, he was standing on a street. Looking around, he saw it was a small village, something that resembled Hogsmeade. The people were milling about, going from shop to shop and stopping to greet those they passed. The only difference was, here the people were almost like ghosts, translucent, but still retaining the color of their clothes and skin, unlike normal ghosts. Some of the people he saw on the street looked eerily familiar, the Longbottoms for instance, whom he had seen only in pictures displayed in Neville's photo albums, and several others he recognized as those from Dumbledore's pensive back in fourth year. As Harry began to walk down the street, he could see a sign ahead of him that read "Houses A-L" to the left and "Houses M-Z" to the right. Assuming they meant family names, Harry set out looking for the P's, hoping he might find the Potter household and that by some chance, he would finally meet the people he had only seen in photographs and heard stories about. James and Lily Potter. His parents.

As Harry turned down the right street, the houses that lined it were all unique in their own way, as though they had been preserved in time from the exact moment their owners passed into the Otherworld. As He stepped up to the front gate of the Potter house Harry tried to mentally prepare himself for what he would encounter once he stepped up to the front door of the Family home. Stepping on to the garden path that lead up to the front door, Harry quickly walked up to the door lightly knocking. As the door opened, he noticed the person behind it was not whom he had expected.

"Harry?" The woman at the door asked in shock as she made a swift movement to bring Harry into her arms and hug him.

"Umm…yes? Please forgive me but I'm afraid I can't say I know exactly who you are." Harry said looking up into the woman's warm grey eyes.

"Oh, I am sorry, you wouldn't remember me, would you?" the woman said almost as though she was talking to herself. "My name is Emaree Potter, I am your grandmother. I am sad to say that your grandfather and I passed from the living world before you were old enough to know who we were. Although I had hoped I would once again meet you, I wish it was not on this plane of existence, though." Emaree said growing a sad and distant look on her face.

"This plane of existence? What do you mean? I thought this was the world of the dead." Harry asked stepping away from his grandmother, intent on finding some answers to where he actually was.

"Why don't you come in and have some tea and cookies, and I will explain while we wait for everyone to come back." Emaree said ushering Harry into the entry hall of the big house. "I would like to welcome you to Godric's Hollow, the Potter Homestead since the beginning of our family line. As you may have learned over the years, pureblood families have their own family homes, and this is ours. Unfortunately it seems as though you have never actually been able to explore your own home." Showing Harry into the parlor, Emaree allowed Harry time to take in the massive expanse of the room, and shock of being in his family home for the first time.

The parlor was quite large, with heavy furniture scattered effectively around the room surrounding a large hearth and the grand fireplace. He noticed the loveseat where his grandmother had sat down and poured some tea for herself and another cup for him. Harry followed her example and carefully seated himself, as though scared the couch would disappear from underneath him at any moment. Taking the offered cup, Harry took a sip before looking once more at Emaree, resolute on getting answers to where exactly he was.

"I don't mean to be pushy, but I would appreciate it if you would tell me exactly where I am." Harry said politely, setting his cup down on the table.

"Before we begin Harry I need to ask you exactly how you came upon this world. This could help me answer your questions a little better. " Emaree said.

Lyrics by Collin Raye "Love, Me"